Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.